Sightseeing (The End)

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I'm tired of looking through the mirror.
why can't I break through this reflection of me.
I cannot see past my reflection.
why do you leave me to count my blessings.

when I don't think I have any at all.
tumbling through my head again.
watching as my sight stalls.
losing you, that is my greatest flaw.

I've lost it.
I'm looking back at the shattered pieces of me.
wishing I could go back to sightseeing.
you stole my soul, while I was distracting my demons.
masking my winnings and deserving my scars.

memories shatter.
I burn every last picture of you.
saying, see you on the other side.
crushing all the the clutter.

trying to solve loves riddle.
why does heartache come after heartbreak.
why does it even have to come at all.
why does damage transform us.

why do thoughts corrupt us?
I can't stand this.
you wouldn't even share your lips.
not even one single blown kiss.
everything is a tundra, made to hunt the missed.

I find myself wanting to move on.
terrified of what is to come.
am I even that strong?
what if I stumble and get it all wrong?

will she love me for me?
or will she break like the mirror underneath.
when I reveal my insides.
will she run and hide?.
or will she adore me.

the best kind of guy....//)

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